Birds and flowers…….

This spring and summer the S.O. has taken to gardening in a big way. She has cultivated probably every available square inch of our small little yard for flower beds, hanging flowers, and she had me build her a planter to put next to the patio. I shudder-because the day will come when I make her choose between flowers or returning to the good life back on the right side of the international dateline.  With each turn of the spade she is getting ever more "dug in".

However, one of the things I like about the S.O. is that she can marvel with the earnestness of a child at the simple things in life. She’s a smart woman-don’t get me wrong ( after all she likes me-she must be pretty smart)-but she sees things that are simple in a very different light than I do.

Which led us this weekend-after I played golf on Saturday- in search of a hummingbird feeder. She had seen one at an adjoining house-and so she just had to have one.

Now hanging from a pole in the back yard is the hummingbird feeder. For the last two days running she has been "stalking" them sitting on the back porch waiting for the right moment to get a picture of them. I was shocked at how quickly they descended on us once we put the feeder out:

 

 I’ll give the S.O. her due-she’s done a nice job making a place for birds and flowers. How about if I give you the tour?

 

The S.O. went positively dotty about Claymatis flowers about two months ago. So much so I had to put up a rack underneath the mailbox.

She also planted a series of different flowers in the front of the house:

Don’t ask me what it is-I can’t tell you. Its pinkish is all I know. A gardener I’m not. She did try her hand at some roses:

 

She has also saturated the inside of the house with plants-much to the chagrin of the cat:

 

Without a doubt though, watching the hummingbirds is interesting. Here’s one settling in for a landing:

 And another one at rest eating whatever is in that red stuff inside the feeder:

They even watch each other fly around the feeder:

What the heck-its cheaper than jewelry.

However the first time one of those little bastards drops bird droppings on me-KABOOM. Out go the lights!